you scare me, a hidden gem
i am afraid of what could happen

i wonder where you walk and i wonder what you think

has the cross corrupted you
who has turned you so cold

i will be there when you get your wings
and the soothing echo of those classical sounds will pass

into a new choir of faith and acceptance
maybe then when all becomes bright, i will see your eyes
for what they truly are

a black ocean with enough depth to deceive me
into thinking i am only stepping into a shallow pool

a bitter tongue with the tonality of an angel
you can rest your voice as the tears take over

dómine fili unigénite, iesu christe,
dómine deus, agnus dei, fílius patris,
qui tollis peccáta mundi, miserére nobis;
qui tollis peccáta mundi, súscipe deprecatiónem nostram

i will be with you until you find yourself

if you are lost

i will be lost with you

Astride his horse, the gift-shop blisful martir
Raises his glov’ed hand in priestly blessing
For those who wear his token in evidence
Of a devout pilgrimage to Canterbury

By tour bus those who wolden ryde there
To seek a blessing (and a souvenir)
In brass Saint Thomas and his horse and groom
Forever stand; Saint Thomas asks of us:

“Sin you have seyn the paving wher I deyd –
Let now Iesu forever be your gyde”